"Men, we are about to enter a dangerous situation. We are not sure what Ben Blackshaw knows about his father. We also aren't sure who or what Dick was referring to when he told us to keep an eye out. We could be outnumbered and we can be unprepared."
"Enough of the monologue, Lorton. We need to open that door and see what we're dealing with."
"Very well, Tom. On the count of three I am going to open the door. When I do I want Nuttle and Teach to go left. Art and I will go straight toward the kitchen. Fox, Wright and Mosby you men will take the second floor and head straight to Ben's bedroom. Let the countdown begin. On three."
"Three!" Tom busted through Ben's front door. The men followed quickly behind him with Lorton picking up the rear. Ben's home was not the friendly atmosphere where they visit from time to time. It had been transformed into a scene straight from a gory horror movie. Chairs were ripped, furniture broken, blood covered the floor. Ginger was dead in the corner.
"What the hell happened in here? Men spread out but do not touch a thing. This will become an active crime scene in a matter of hours." Before he could finish speaking, the men scout out Ben's home.
"I found nothing," Fox screamed from Ben's bedroom.
"Coast is clear," informed Teach.
"Men, I have found a note! In the kitchen! Hurry!" informed Lorton. Written on an unopen envelope the words Harris in trouble were scribbled. "This must be from Ben. We need to come up with a plan and properly execute it when we arrive at the Harris's house. Any ideas?"
"Screw the plan! We are going to bust down the door and save our friends. Who's with me?" Fox turned and exited Ben's front door followed by the rest of the council. Reluctantly, Lorton followed.
The Council executed Fox's plan perfectly. The front door to the Harris's house was locked but that did not stop them. Fox and Wright used their strength to kick open the front door. The door flew backward causing a loud sound to echo through the house. The men ran through the busted door and scattered throughout the home.
The Council assumed the same posts they had in Ben's home. Nuttle and Teach went left. Art and Lorton ran straight for the kitchen. Fox, Wright and Mosby ascended the steps to the second floor.
"Men look at what I have here. Looks like a rat that was left behind." Lorton screamed. The men came running to the hallway outside of the washroom where they found Tug laying on the ground.
"Prop him up and let's have a chat with him. He may have some valuable information."
"Don't touch me you puppets. You don't always have to follow your ringleader's orders," Tug screamed.
"Men don't touch him. If he wants to play this game, we'll make him talk." Lorton demanded. "Tell us what you know you filthy low life."
"If I tell you, you'll all end up dead," Tug replied with a nasty smirk.
"That won't be a problem. Your friends will never know we were here and you will not live to tell them."
"Oh you have me trembling."
"Alright boys if he isn't going to cooperate, let's exterminate this cockroach." Fox was chomping at the bit to hear Lorton say those words. Immediately he assessed Tug's condition and found his weak spots.
With a smirk, Fox recited, "Tell us what you know you filthy low life."
"I have no recollection of what you are talking about," Tug responded spitefully.
"Fine. Maybe your broken ankle will help jog your memory." Swiftly, Fox raised his right foot and stomped down on Tug's ankle. Tug twisted and turned. Screamed and spat. Cursed in agony. "I'll stop if you tell us where Ben Blackshaw or your snake of a boss are."
"I will never tell you what I know. I'd rather die than help you and your friends."
"Fox, if that's what the man wants then that's what we'll have to do," Lorton interjected. "Let's give the man what he wants. Laughter erupted amongst the Council. Tug's pupils dilated and his face turned pale. He knew what was about to happen to him but he also knew he asked for it.